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I gave myself a little pep talk this morning about eating right and laying off the sugar......the only thing bothering me lately is my pants size and i'd like to get it down to where i'm most comfortable.  I don't think it's unreasonable.  Just gonna require some self control and a some movement.

Felt pretty good about it too.......and then I stuffed two donuts into my mouth 10 minutes after arriving at work. 

WHY?!

Well it would have been kinda rude not to.

Really.

I arrived at my office door to find a chair right in front of it with a box of donuts and a note on top.  It was left by a faculty member as a "tangible thank you" for my assistance with a problem he had last week. 

What a nice surprise - to be thanked.  I mean, the donuts were not necessary but they were a nice touch. It's actually a little embarrassing but since i'm not keeping this huge box in my office to tempt me and i can't rip the top off where the note is written - faculty will see it because i'm sharing it in the coffee room. 

I really wish CERTAIN faculty would see it.  And stuff a donut up their ass while they are at it. 

I love my job.  I love my job.  I love my job.

I really DO actually love my job.  Just not everyone i have to work with.  or for, depending on how you look at it.

SO.  Off to a great start on a Friday morning, all sugared up and ready to roll.  I see a nap in my near future. 




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